Words Change Things; Yllithia

Yllithia sighed lightly. She must have known how things were going to end. The answers to the questions that were never asked. Ones he didn't want the rest of Stormwind hearing. "Do you know someplace more private we could go?" He was nervous. He had asked to make this a private matter. There was little he kept private. And it was here, the falls, that she had first thought of. And it was here that she took him. And it was now that she realized she already knew. There was no reason for him to go on.

Romantic was what one had said. And to most it may seem that way. But nothing but blackness and sorrow seeped into the lives of lovers or friends that spent time here. She believed land could be cursed. And it was here she was certain was. Yet she brought him. Here she stood, staring at his scared visage. The stream to his back, the falls to her right, and cliffs and the ocean behind her. It could have been romantic. It was a partially clear night. The air was fresh, the breeze blew in from the sea. It was peaceful, not a soul around, just the babbling of the water, cascading down to the earth below. It could have been romantic if one didn't know what Yllithia had learned long ago.

She watched him. The Kaldorei she had thought handsome even under his skin. She listened to his story. To the story of Citaloprian Autumnfriend. She had had her beliefs, it was just a matter of blowing the dust off the pages. All would be clear. Yllithia kept a blank look on her face. Trying not to give away that she knew the ending. Her silver eyes washing over him, taking in everything as she watched it all come apart in slow motion. Who knew that the name of a druid Yllithia believed to never have met, could make everything come undone? Citaloprian Autumnfriend. The name weighed on her heart. The name had history. Connections. Family... Family changed things. Family changed everything she believed was going to be. And it all hinged on a name.

Yllithia crossed her arms. The story was getting long for her ears, though it was nothing but the most basic of facts. For Ylli it was too long. For her to hear what was going to come. It was too long. But she waited. And she watched. And the blue haired Elf in front of her tried to pour everything out for her that she asked for. She never really did ask. It was more of her informing him of things to come. "I will be talking to his wife, Mutig. I'm a part of this now and it's my duty to help the child find some peace."

If only that girl hadn't found Ylli. If only Yllithia's name wasn't known. The Elf had smiled at her when Yllithia happened to be near the temple. A place she rarely visited. What a chance. No, no coincidence. It was fate. It was what Elune had arranged. It was the same reason she had heard the name six months earlier. It was the same reason she learned the one before her wasn't honest with most. It was the same reason she was here. Elune willed it, Elune wished it, and Elune would make it so.

He grit his teeth, slowly speaking what she already knew. "I..." He started. If he was pale now, as he had gone back in the city, she couldn't see. She'd chosen a spot in the light of the moon. He'd stood under the shadows of the sycamore tree. His golden eyes peering out. His body movements tight and sharp. But his face dark from the truth he was about to bare.

He knocked his fist into his chest as if it caused him to spit out the words he hadn't said for years. "I am Citaloprian Autumnfriend." Citaloprian lowered his hand, peering at Yllithia. Guilt wasn't in his eyes; pain was. The name changed everything. "But I think you knew this..." Yllithia just stared. Arms still crossed across her chest, eyes watching Citaloprian's movements, watching his words. "Or at least suspected..." He added trying to get her to respond somehow.

Yllithia finally moved. She sighed, lowering her arms. She had known. Or at least suspected. "The parallels were too close." It was all she could manage. She didn't want to know this truth. But she had no choice. That girl changed everything. The daughter of Citaloprian. The child he didn't know about.

A breeze ruffled the leaves causing her heart to ache more.. Leaves in the wind. What are they saying to you Elder Autumnfriend?

"And what now? Mutig?" She had made sure to place a strong emphasis on that name. Mutig, the one he claimed as his own. She had known it wasn't his, he had told her the reasons. The ring. His duty he had yet to do for that name. But it was what she knew him as. It was what kept him constant. Not this new one that would tear him away from her. If he had noticed he didn't show it. Not even his usual grunt at things he noted.

"I will make way for my children." He puffed up his chest. Pride? She wasn't sure. Honor was probably it. He was an honorable sort. It's why he held onto the name. Mutig. He spit out the rest of the sentence with much deserved bitterness. "But I will never return to her." He hated her for what she'd done to him. Yllithia almost felt hate too. Things were working so well, she'd felt happy. But this woman who didn't even deserve the respect of a name from Yllithia, this woman changed everything.

Though, I suppose she changed everything long before, when she was his... Yllithia didn't finish the thought. It wasn't the thought of a past mate that tugged her already torn heart into darkness. It was that she still existed. That Citaloprian was still that woman's partner. And yet, here he was, what she had hoped for to be between them wasn't any longer. Yllithia looked down. She wasn't about to allow herself to cry again. There had been too many tears as of late. Much too many. She wasn't going to cry about another thing she couldn't control. She wasn't going to shed tears for another soul. No tears for another man.

Silence surrounded the two. The waves far below dared not to even echo up the cliff. No birds cawed. The leaves stopped rustling. All Yllithia could hear was her own heart beating in her ears. Her own thoughts screaming at her. Her own doubts and desires clawing to escape. She pressed her lips, staying still, staying silent. This wasn't the time to lose control.

Mutig finally spoke. "My daughter..." He slowly formed the words. "What does she look like?" Ylli snapped her head up. No other expression on her face but that of such bright joy you'd expect to see, as if the girl were her own. It was forced. But that wasn't what mattered to Ylli, it was that it was there. She met his gaze for only a moment. Mutig had changed. His features were soft. A look she'd only seen him have a few times when they were together. He was caring at this moment. He wanted to know what his flesh and blood looked like, how much of him she held.

Yllithia recalled the light the girl had held. Her silvery hair spilling long over her shoulders, framing her delicately pale face. Nothing resembling Mutig. But she was beautiful, Yllithia knew this. "As much as Elune as one could get." She smiled.

Mutig wasn't pleased with this. He knitted his brows, speaking what was on his mind for once without her provoking it out of him. "She's not of dark complected?"

She shook her head lightly. "No." She wasn't sure where this was going. Tilting her head she watched him, the question forming on her lips but it was already being answered. Mutig's face washed over with shock. Something had made a connection in his head. Confusion wasn't being sported on his dark brows. Then the rage came. His lip curled up, his jaw tensed, and one word came out of his mouth.

"Larazaprill!" He snarled. Turning, Mutig smashed his fist into the tree he'd been standing under. The white bark flaked from the force. Ylli jumped, caught off guard. She'd never seen him angry. Never raising his voice. This was different. He was nearly howling.

"That bastard brother of mine!" He spit out finally. "Kaela and I did not have a warmed marriage bed... but I kept it sacred!" Yllithia opened her mouth. Surely there was something she could say to calm him, but it frightened her. She wasn't afraid of him hurting her, but him hurting himself. She closed her mouth, resigning to allow Mutig to explain on his own time, in his own way. "Oh.. but I saw the looks they gave one another..." He growled. He was growing more agitated the more he thought about it.

"Perhaps..." She finally piped up, her voice soft. It was easy to see she was flustered, she was so great with words, and now even the simpilest of ideas was failing her. "You know not every..." She gritted her teeth attempting a different approach again. "Mutig, it could be a misunderstanding." Finally, a full sentence came out! She watched Mutig nervously, hoping it was the right sentence.

His jaw loosened. "I take after our father. Dark." His words were short. "Lazaraprill resembles our mother, light skin and hair..." His fists clenched as he spit out the next word. "Kaela... Was of medium complexion and dark hair."

Ylli bit on her lip. What did someone say at a time like this? She couldn't coo to him, getting close might be harmful. It wasn't as if it was able to be remedied with a simple saying either, there wasn't logic to it. Not when in the same night you find out you have a child and that it might not be yours.

"To think... the time my brother spent "tending to my house" while I was in the temple... they were sleeping in my bed."

She had to defuse the situation somehow. Forcing the thoughts on something else. Or someone, that was it! The girl. He'd shown pride, love, caring, and without even her name. "Mutig.. she thinks she's your daughter, will you change that in her eyes?" He lowered his head. It didn't matter what the answer was. The question had worked. Yllithia watched as the anger began to wash off his body, muscles loosening here and there.

"No... that's not fair to her.. she did nothing."

Ylli glanced over to the tree he'd smashed his hand into moments before. "Will you be able to handle that though?" She was trying to bring logic into it. It wouldn't be so bad if he couldn't, if he didn't want to see her. She wasn't his. He, no, Citaloprian, was dead as far as the rest of the world was concerned. Yllithia could easily clear this up, leaving him dead. Allowing the name to remain the bearer of no body.

"A child produced of my marriage bed is my responsibility I suppose... wheather I sired the child or not." Mutig reluctantly said. It wasn't the answer she hoped. Though it wasn't as if she really expected differently. Honor was what Mutig was about. She sighed

Mutig's eyes darted up to her. "You're thinking something..." Yllithia almost laughed at this. She would have laughed if it was the time for it. Of course she was thinking something. The last few months hadn't been good ones. Months never were for her. But the joy of seeing him in the streets once in a while, the luxury of being able to travel with him, it had made it all bearable.

Yllithia looked up, nodding slowly, forming her thoughts with care. "You have a child... maybe children." She let her eyes wander down. She felt so small right now. So young. Mutig was old, but that didn't bother her, not when she believed age to not have mattered. Right now she was realizing how much it did. He had spent centuries in the Emerald Dream. Those were centuries his daughter was alive. Those were centuries Yllithia wasn't.

"Yes... and...?" Mutig pressed.

"A family." She smiled still looking down at the ground. She could see it, Mutig and his daughter... her mother. She remembered being part of a family.

"You cannot have a family without love..."

"It changes things."

It hit something in Mutig. "So... this is your way of saying you wish to discontinue our association?" Association? Yllithia's thoughts flared before it sank in, I suppose it was hopeful after all... "Our... relationship?" Mutig seemed to slightly be correcting himself. It didn't sound like he meant it. Perhaps he was saying it only to please her. Relationship was asking too much. It always was for Yllithia. That was it, it was always too much. This time there was no point in letting it get any further. Not when there was nothing there to begin with to him. She took a breath, if it didn't hurt him, it wouldn't hurt her. She wasn't going to cry, not for him.

Looking up with a faux smile she made her decision. "You're already busy enough... and you'll have a lot of catching up to do..." There wasn't really a need to explain this. Mutig was always busy out in the field. She understood this. It was what he did. If, even at her young age, she could see that his small percentage of free time would be forced between pursuing a relationship with the daughter he never knew, or the association that would never be what she wanted, surely he could as well.

His eyes went cold. "I see..."

"I don't want to be in the way Mutig... Citaloprian." She uttered the name as an afterthought. It was his name after all. It was whom she was saying goodbye to, the man that fathered a child. The one taking responsibility for what was his.

His face hardened. His jaw tightened. His eyes became sharp. "Well, I suppose that is it then..."

Ylli sighed again. It wasn't fair for him to be acting like this. It wasn't as if he was losing anything, he was gaining part of a family! She, on the other hand, was allowing the little joy she had to move on in the right direction. She understood. "Mutig, I just... Don't tell me you don't understand." She was almost pleading here. It wasn't fair. It wasn't her choice. Yllithia peered at him, the soft smile there to assure him everything is the way it should be.

"I don't suppose that matters." Was all he said. He was being short with his words again. Much like when they first met. Much like anytime she ever spoke of something he didn't want to. Though at least he was saying something. There were times that he'd just resort to grunting at the things she said, his was of showing disinterest, but acknowledgement.

She crossed the small space between them. He watched her, not with curiosity, but a cold calculating stare. She was offering such warmth in spite of how she felt inside, and all he could do was make her think she was wrong. Young and stupid. That's how she felt. Especially to him, especially right now. She reached out, gently touching his arm. When words failed perhaps comfort in another form could get through. His eyes snapped down to her hand. Just... show something... "It does to some."

She waited. Things had changed. This was proof. Before he would have enjoyed her near, not now. He looked at her hand as if it were a snake passing by, determining if he should move and frighten it, or let it move on its own. Defeated, Yllithia gave him the last bit of information he'd need from her. "She resides in Darnassus." What else would he want besides to know where his new life awaited? "I can tell her I've found him.. found you."

Mutig turned from her. Her fingers still graced his arm, but he didn't even look her direction anymore. "I will present myself at which juncture I have established whose child she really is. I will accept responsibility." That was it. He didn't even want her to deliver the news. She wasn't a part of this picture at all. She knew this was the way it was going to be. She nodded slowly in understanding. It was the way it was meant to be, but she couldn't help but push it one last time. He was at least speaking more than two words a sentence.

"Are you..." She paused. Was it even worth asking the question? "..displeased with my choice to free up your time?" Mutig's eyes lit up. Anger flared inside those golden tinted orbs, though his face didn't change. The rest of him kept the calm demeanor he was so good at pulling off. Much like Yllithia's smile, he was good at masking his feelings. But she had asked the right question, she had warranted a reaction, even if it was only one his eyes couldn't lie about.

"My opinion in that matter is clearly moot."

"That's not what I said." Yllithia sighed, shaking her head. He wasn't understanding. She pulled her hand away from his arm, what was the point? Was there no way to get through to him? Perhaps her age really was showing. She was tiring of the conversation. You could only offer someone so much help, so much warmth and caring, before it ends up going to waste. Her words were falling on his stubborn opinions and not budging them.

And then he budged. The coldness he was emanating faded. His eyes softened. He turned back towards her, his hands flinching as if he'd sweep her into his arms. But he didn't cling to her as she expected. No, that wasn't the way he was. "No... I'm not happy about it." And even though it was what she expected to hear, it was such a shock, it was more than him pushing her away. It was something. "I would not shy from my responsibilities as a father figure..." He continued. "But I would pursue my relationship with you... but I can clearly see your interest in that regard has waned."

He watched her. Waiting for Yllithia to deny it. Wanting to hear that it wasn't the case. That she hadn't brought him to this spot to deliver bad news on top of worse. And she felt his eyes on her. She knew what he wanted, and for once, she wasn't willing to give it. She wasn't willing to offer herself up as the martyr, to keep another one happy while she lost sight of the things that would keep her so. It wasn't that she was unhappy with Mutig. Not in the least. But.. families changed things. His family. Not hers. His daughter. Not hers. Things would never be the same. And it wasn't just that... She shifted her weight under his stare. "I thought so..." Her silence was all he needed to hear. Her body language was speaking for her, and he was watching closely. He nodded to himself.

"There've been... other things on my mind." Was all she could offer up. Why did she feel she was being scolded? It was the right choice. Some time apart. Some time for both of them to work out what they need to work out. Weighing each other down would prove to be both their undoing. Her eyes drifted off to the right, towards a past memory closer to the cliffs of the waterfall. Other things... They were everywhere to Yllithia, and they reminded her of all the poor choices she had made. He reminded her of the bad choices she made. Not this time. I'm letting go before I can cry. She assured herself. Not this time...

Mutig followed her stare. Finding only empty space leading down into Westfall. Where Yllithia saw her past with one that had torn her apart, Mutig saw the answer as well. Nothing. Something he wasn't a part of that she was clinging to, or looking to. Someone she was thinking of. And he understood that that was what was to become, her and this other that played on her mind. "Well I hope he's not as big a disappointment..." He said, turning towards the empty space that held Yllithia's attention more than he seemed to.


Yllithia let out a long sigh looking down again. "That's not it either..." Could she honestly tell him what it was without appearing as young as she felt. It wasn't just his child, it was other things as well. Things that pulled at her from the back of her mind. Things she saw in the corners of her thoughts where most would overlook the shadows there. Could she tell him of the things she fought with herself about? And her pain in the thought of losing another that would surely plunge her into a darkness she wouldn't ever be able to crawl out of. No.. he wouldn't understand those things.

Yllithia ran her fingertips along Mutig's side. A touch he wasn't expecting as he flinched. He never was used to touch, something she found out the first time she had ran her fingers over his scars. She cooed to him, trying to calm his nerves. "I need some time is all." Her voice soft and sweet. Her eyes wandered over him, to his face as he stared past her. She didn't want it to hurt. "And I don't want to keep you waiting."

He laughed. Bitterness dripped from it. He laughed. And it shook her from her caring touch, from her soft words. "I waited seven thousand years. I was alone physically and emotionally for so long... I've lost track. But don't let me act as an anchor." There was more he wanted to say, but that was enough. Yllithia understood this. He had been alone, much longer than she could ever fathom. Wasn't that part of the problem? She was still so young, and all she could offer would never be enough to soothe him for all that time he was cut off from the rest of the world. And at the same time she wanted to. She wanted to hold him, to have him trust in her and rely on her for comfort.

Sympathy filled her eyes, to be so alone. It was hard to comprehend. She was never alone. There were always a shadow with her. There was always someone she could turn around and find. And it was her wish for everyone else, to never be alone as well. It was her belief that no one was ever alone. How could they be when she had never seen more than a few hours of true solitude. And even in those moments the thoughts of others kept her company. She was never alone.

All this passed through her mind in the blink of an eye. Her feelings churning so much in the last few moments. She didn't want him to be alone. She wouldn't leave if it was his wish. Even if it wasn't hers. She slid her left arm around Mutig's waist, hooking her fingers under his belt. Pressing her body against his side in an embrace, even if it was only half of one. He stiffened. A reaction she was used to, but pushed on anyways. She nuzzled her face against his chest, closing her eyes. "You don't have to be alone anymore, even if I'm not by your side." Even if he wasn't returning the gesture, she knew it'd get through to him. She smiled her gentle, warm smile and opened her eyes to continue, only to find the words stuck in her throat as movement caught her eye.

The shadow of the past stood there at the edge of the waterfall. But it was solid. And it was holding the same uncomfortable shocked expression she was sure she held. No. It wasn't the past, this was real. And slowly it registered to her who it actually was. He opened his mouth as she turned her full gaze on him. "Oh... Aideon." Were the words that came instead of the honey she was about to spill.

Aideon looked at the two, glancing down at the stone then back at them. Apparently he expected her to be alone. And if with someone, at least not like this... what were they doing anyways? Slowly he lowered his hearthstone and opened his mouth once more, this time his thoughts formed into words. "Uh. Hello..."

Mutig had seen the Elf approach, he knew who he was. Somewhere in his mind he had expected Aideon to run along, sure that it was a mistake that he'd happened upon Yllithia and himself. It didn't seem this was the case. The way that Aideon was standing there unsure of what to say or do proved to Mutig that he wasn't about to be on his way. He felt Yllithia slowly withdraw her arm from his waist and could feel the warmth of her embarrassment that she was seen with him. Looking down at her he saw she had began to blush and stared at the ground. Right. He knew exactly what was going on. He closed his eyes and let out a tired sigh containing several millennia of exasperation as Aideon continued to eye the scene and Yllithia continued to avoid contact with either of them. That's it then. Mutig pulled his hood out of a pouch on his hip and donned it.

"I have duty to attend to." Mutig commented and sprinted off before either could reply. He'd let the lovers have their time. He knew exactly what was going on. At least he had a face and a name to put with her thoughts. Other things...right.

Aideon turned and watched Mutig run off. Yllithia did the same. Her cheeks still red, she had opened her mouth to protest, but was too slow. Perhaps it was on purpose. He had obviously stumbled on something she didn't mean for him to see. He slowly turned back to her, "... sorry to interrupt." She shifted her weight, fidgeted with her hands.

"No... um..."

Aideon forced a chuckle. It was actually slightly amusing. Here he thought he'd come across Yllithia staring off into the night sky as he'd found her several times before. So poetic with her words, and now she couldn't manage a sentence. Not only that, but she was clearly embarrassed to be found in an embrace with someone else. What did I stumble upon? He shook his head. "No no, really. I should have said something."

She didn't look up, but finally the words came. "How... erm... long were you there?" Yllithia wasn't so dense as to believe he was only there the moment she saw him. It was night, and she knew from experience that rogues could hide in plain sight in the middle of the day. There were so many shadows to slip around out here. Oh Elune, if he was here the whole time...

"Not long..." No definite answer. Perhaps it was only that moment, perhaps he only saw the smallest fragment of her goodbye. "I didn't realize..." Aideon started then trailed off. She looked up quickly. The flush finally fading from her face.

"Realize?"

Aideon stopped watching her, now that she peered back. He pretended to be interested in a rock on the ground, as if the ground were so interesting. How do you say the things that you're even unsure of? It also wasn't like him to come up short on words with Ylli. They've talked for hours several times. About every aspect of life. But not this one. This had never come up. And now he found it hard to ask, to explain, to form thoughts on what may or may not have been happening. "... no... never mind. I shouldn't have intruded."

She chuckled and he finally glanced up at her again. The smile was on her face and she seemed... normal. "It's quite alright." She assured him. "You ... were looking for me?" She raised her brows and smiled a bit brighter trying to put him at ease.

"Just passing by... I just thought I'd say hello." He thought about the scene once more then shook it from his mind with another chuckle. "Protocol and all." An excuse that he'd used with her before. And she with him. Their excuse to bump into each other in the most remote of places.

"Ah yes... protocol. I had mentioned that earlier today." She pressed her lips and measured the space between them with her eyes. Aideon still stood on the rocks where the waterfall splashed over the cliff, down below. She hadn't moved either, but at least where she stood was dry. "You going to stand way over there?" She swung her hands behind her, hooking them together as she rolled on her toes. He wouldn't pass up an invitation from her, she knew this.

Aideon smiled and looked down. "Ah. Where are my manners?" Deftly he hoped up the rocks and walked over to where Ylli stood. The tension was still there. She wanted to explain that he'd come at an odd time. The thought weighed on her as she smiled and fidgeted in her spot again.

"About the.." She began, then shook her head. A few moments was all he said. "Well, whatever you saw or heard. You know, it probably wasn't what you were thinking..." She knew him. She knew the thoughts he had sometimes. He was mischievous in his own way, and if he could take this and bend it, it would become something much different than her comforting one she cared for.

Aideon looked down, the smile dropping from his face. "Really, no need to explain. I shouldn't have just walked in like that." And the silence came. Both unsure what to say to go on. Both still embarrassed about the whole scene. A loud clap broke it. Aideon shot his glance up to see Yllithia with a wider than normal grin, hands clapped together.

"Well! Where were you headed?"

"Hrm?" He blinked.

"You said you were passing through." How funny that sounded to her. You can't really pass through this area. You had to climb cliffs, wade through streams, follow a specific path in order to get here. She knew it was his way of saying he wasn't there to see her. Especially with what he came across. But she played along anyways. He could pass through all he wanted.

"Just... riding around. Where ever the cat would take me." It was a lie. He was there to see her. But it seemed she didn't catch this. No need to change the story now. He reached up to scratch his head and realized his hood was still on. Smirking to himself he quickly pulled it off before she commented on it. It was usual for her to remind him that he was wearing it. "I saw the stone and thought I'd see if you..." He trailed off again, letting his eyes wander as he brushed back his hair.

"Were alone?" Ylli pressed her lips into a smirk.

Aideon smirked as well, "I really do apologize." Ylli drew in a sharp breath, the heat returning to her cheeks.

"Stop saying that! There's nothing to apologize for. Nothing was happening that wouldn't be proper."

Aideon didn't believe her. Not with the deal she was making about it. He laughed. "If you say so." Shaking his head with a smile he decided to add. "I hope I didn't scare him off."

"No..." She stopped smiling and followed where Mutig had ran off. "No.. he was leaving anyhow..." Aideon followed her gaze. "We were just talking of some things..." She didn't want to give it away. It wasn't her story to tell. It was his, Mutig's, Citaloprian's. She wasn't a part of it anymore either. She'd removed herself from it. "Things" is how it would remain, things she wasn't the one to speak of.

"I didn't know you two were..." Aideon studied her far off gaze. Even though she tried to hide it, he could see she was sad. No smile could cover up that look in her eyes. ".. close." He finished. Close was a good word for it. He wasn't sure what they were, but they were close. And the smile returned to her face, even though it was accompanied with a sigh. Ylli looked down once more.

"It doesn't matter, Aideon. We're not partners, if that's what you think." Bitterness clung to her words. They weren't partners. Ylli wasn't meant to have one. It was always too much to ask. Every time there was someone she'd enjoy being around, it was too much to ask. And after the bitterness would always come the sorrow. It really was too much to ask for her to be happy for once. "Mutig just..." No, that wasn't the best way to explain it. It wasn't her story to tell. "It's my duty as a priestess...." She stopped herself again. That wasn't what he was asking for either. Another reason for her to lie to herself and to everyone else. She looked up determined that this one would make the most sense. "It's not like you and Loarien."

That was it, the words that got through to him. They pushed on him as he nodded slowly. What weight they actually held, Ylli wasn't sure, but she knew it went through. Taking a deep breath she walked over to the ledge and eased herself into a sitting position. Now that that was out of the way they could talk like they used to. Aideon followed suit, taking up a spot next to her as they often did. She stared at the stars dotting the landscape. Even the stars didn't stay constant. Nothing did. Her thoughts danced around those she lost recently. No, not lost, they were still around. Just not near any longer. Just not a part of her. And one of them sat next to her. Aideon had been distancing himself as of late. She missed their talks. And as Loarien had done to him, drifted away, she was feeling everyone do to her. Too many voices to listen to. Too many thoughts and worries and cares. She heard them from miles away. And she heard them from within. The words were changing things.

"Loarien and I..." Another voice to listen to. She turned with a smile from her thoughts. Towards the one she was with at this moment. It was her duty as a priestess after all. Listen to the story, the words hold weight. Things were about to change again, she could feel it.